Execution (1)
The nephew pauses for a moment in front of his aunt.
He lets the bulging tent in his underwear show.
His aunt smiles softly and gives a slight nod—encouraging him, bolstering his courage.
Though he has already steeled his resolve, Hyun-woo presses his lips together and slowly moves to the head of his mother’s side. He looks down at her from above.
His breathing quickens. Hers does too.
Very carefully, he settles into a comfortable position. Her head rests within easy reach.
His cock twitches. A wet stain spreads across the fabric where the clear outline of the head shows through, growing larger by the second.
“Mom… turn your head this way a little…”
“You don’t have to go this far for me…”
So-young slowly lifts her face. Hot heat radiates from somewhere close. She cannot look at what is right there. Deliberately she turns her gaze aside and rests her head against her son’s thigh.
In that instant something scorching presses against her left cheek—hard, thick, her son’s cock.
“Haa… haa…”
“Haa… haa…”
Mother and son’s faces flush crimson, ears burning red. So-jin watches them with a look of pure satisfaction.
“Go on, Hyun-woo…”
“Yes, Aunt… this is definitely more comfortable…”
He squeezes a long ribbon of gel into his palm and rubs his hands together. Trembling fingers settle on his mother’s shoulders, then glide sideways with gentle pressure.
“Mmmn…”
So-young’s body twitches under her son’s touch. She cannot lift her head. Just like before, her vision darkens; dizziness washes over her. The thing against her left cheek keeps twitching as if alive.
Hyun-woo’s hands slide down to her wrists, then sweep back up her slender shoulders in a slow caress.
“Mmm… haa… mmm… haa…”
His cock throbs vigorously against her soft cheek. Is she feeling it? He wonders what it must be like for her.
His gaze drifts. The sports panties are visible a short distance away. If he leaned forward he could touch them, but the angle of his cock is awkward. He wants more. He wants to show his mother. The cock that never reacted to his aunt is rock-hard now—only for her, swollen beyond control.
Know this, Mom. This is how I feel.
“Mom… could you shift your head a little to the left…?”
“It’s fine where it is…”
“Please do it. It’s uncomfortable like this… if you move left it’ll be so much better…”
His mother does not answer. Her son’s bold demand. If she moves her head—especially to the left—it will rub directly against his cock. A fierce thirst rises in her, a craving for water, and a sharp tingle between her legs that will not stop. Her son has made her this way.
“All right… my throat’s dry. Could I have a glass of water…?”
Aunt rises from the sofa, pours water into an empty cup on the tray, then sits near her sister’s waist and holds it out.
“Drink.”
“Thanks, Unnie…”
At last Mother lifts her head. She forces herself to ignore the twitching cock. She takes the glass from her sister, drinks, and hands it back. Her lips glisten; her eyes are bloodshot.
So-jin leans in close and whispers into So-young’s ear.
“Enjoy it, So-young… look how hard his cock is… he wants to show it to you…”
“……”
“Accept him as a man… follow your instincts… only for this moment… that’s how you keep the line…”
“Unnie…”
“I’ll watch from the side… make sure nothing goes too far… so stay his mother… and still go to him…”
“…I will. I’m glad you’re here… thank you…”
Tears threaten to spill from Mother’s eyes. She manages a bright smile and turns her face toward her son.
A man. The one called her son. Yet in this moment he is hers alone—her lover.
Her gaze drops to the sports briefs, to the cock thrashing as if it might tear free. A man’s thing. Staring at it, she slides down and lies on her stomach.
“Mmm…”
“Haa…”
A woman’s face presses against a man’s cock. Their moans echo through the living room.
Slowly she begins to crush it beneath her. Her eyes lock with his—eyes that look ready to swallow her whole—as she pushes her face firmly into his groin.
“Uuugh…!”
Right in the center of her pale face a thick pillar stands straight toward the ceiling. A sensation she has never known before. Overwhelming excitement floods her. A cry bursts from the man’s lips.
The woman watches. The tip of that pillar brushes her lips; hot breath washes over it. And finally her head is pressed flush against his crotch, the cock trapped between them.
“Haa… haa…”
“Haa… haa…”
The man’s body shudders. The woman’s body twitches in answer. She closes her eyes and bows her head completely.
“Hyun-woo, is this enough…?”
“Yeah, Mom… much more comfortable now…”
“Good… massage me… I want it…”
After the whispered exchange with her sister, Mother grows bold. Confidence blooms. Blood surges into his cock; he feels every inch of her soft, yielding skin. The woman who lives in his heart—So-young—draws one step closer.
Both hands, slick with gel, stretch forward and settle on her shoulders, then glide down toward her hips.
“Mmmn… haa…!”
His fingertips meet the sports panties. He slips his hands inside. Her waist lifts slightly, then sinks limply. She moans toward the man, her hips trembling.
“How is it, Hyun-woo?”
“Just like you said. From now on I should always do it this way for you.”
“Yes… do it a lot… for Mom…”
“Yes. Next time Aunt visits I’ll do it for her too.”
“Hehe… you’ll have to ask Mom about that first…”
Aunt’s hand settles on Mother’s calf, fingertips tickling lightly. Each time So-young twitches and a moan slips free—clear enough for her son to hear right beside his ear.
“Mmmn…! Haa… ahhng…! Haa…”
Aunt’s fingers stroke up the thigh and back down again—deliberate, meant to excite her sister. The son’s hands knead Mother’s ass in slow circles. Under the double assault the woman can no longer think; she surrenders her body completely.
“Hyun-woo…”
“Yes, Aunt.”
“It’s hard, isn’t it…?”
“No, I’m fine… she always says it feels so good afterward…”
“Hehe… don’t try to handle everything alone… Mom’s here… and Aunt’s here too…”
“Yes…”
Handle it. Both mother and son catch the meaning at once.
“It’s hot… sticky too… mind if I go take a shower?”
“Of course. You said you’re staying the night. Use whatever you need.”
“Hehe… I’ll step out for a bit, So-young.”
Aunt’s fingertips skim the upper cleft of the ass still covered by sports panties. Mother’s body twists violently.
“Ahhng…!!”
A raw cry—the cry of a female—right in front of her son. Hyun-woo watches.
“Oh my… Mom’s having a hard time too, isn’t she…? Hmm…? Hyun-woo…”
“Yes, it seems so… don’t worry about us, Aunt. Go ahead.”
“Hehe… you two enjoy yourselves… I’ll be a while…”
Aunt heads for the bathroom attached to the living room and disappears. The door closes. Mother and son are alone.
“Mom… is it really hard…?”
“I’m fine, Hyun-woo… will you finish the massage…?”
“I’m… really struggling…”
The hands gripping her ass pull away. Mother lets out a deep sigh. She had hoped he would keep going a little longer; disappointment lingers.
Silence. All movement stops. Breathing settles at last.
“Is it hard…?”
“Yeah…”
“So hard you can’t hold back…?”
“Feels like it…”
Silence again. The sound of running water from the bathroom. She wrestles with the words her son just spoke, with the cock still crushed against her face. She knows. She wants to help him so badly it aches—but parent and child. Something that can never be allowed. Crossing the line is inevitable. Her sister’s stern warning echoes.
Why are you making Mom suffer like this, Hyun-woo?
That… I can’t help with.
Can’t you manage alone?
“If it’s that bad… the massage can wait… why don’t you go to your room and take care of it…?”
“……”
“Mom… can’t help you…”
“I know… you’ve always looked after me and cared for me… I’ll handle it myself…”
“I’m sorry… Hyun-woo.”
“It’s okay. I’m the one who’s sorry for breaking the mood… can I go to my room for a bit?”
“Sure… Mom needs a shower too… when you’re done I’ll finish the massage…”
“Yeah… thanks, Mom…”
Her son stands. The center of his underwear juts out obscenely. Mother stares at his retreating back. Tears spill down her cheeks.
So-jin finishes her shower and pulls out a towel, drying herself. Quite some time has passed. She is dying to know what is happening in the living room. She roughly wipes away the water and is about to put on her underwear when her phone vibrates.
A message from Hyun-woo. She sits on the toilet and checks it.
He can roughly picture what she is planning. But will it work? He had thought this was the perfect chance. He never expected it to turn out like this. Too careless. Regret comes too late. What’s done is done. For now he will do as she says. There is no other way.
Standing in his room he rocks his body side to side until sweat appears. He cannot jump—noise for the neighbors below—and that is a shame. He could have shown her his cock. The way she reacted when Aunt’s fingertips brushed the cleft of her ass… that sound was less a moan than the pure cry of a woman. Not a mother.
So-jin enters So-young’s bedroom. Water still runs in the bathroom. She sits in a chair and waits endlessly. The sound cuts off. So-young steps out wrapped in a long towel and startles at the sight of her sister. There is no reason for her to be here.
“What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?”
“What are you talking about, Unnie?”
The door stands open. No presence can be felt from the living room. Hyun-woo’s door is shut tight.
“I came out and no one was there… so I checked in here just in case and found you washing. Hyun-woo’s door is closed too.”
“Yeah… something happened…”
“What? Tell me.”
“Hyun-woo still hasn’t come out?”
“No. I almost knocked but held back… I can pretty much guess what he’s doing.”
“It’s been quite a while…”
“Never mind that—what happened?”
So-young sits beside her sister, worry in her eyes. Her gaze keeps drifting through the wide-open door toward the room that shows no sign of opening. She checks the clock. Already thirty minutes have passed. Hyun-woo had deliberately taken his time so it would not feel awkward… and still…
“I told you to talk.”
“…Hyun-woo said he was struggling. Really struggling.”
“To you?”
“Yeah… I told him I couldn’t help… if it was that bad he should go to his room and take care of it…”
“Now it makes sense… so you sent him off alone?”
“What else could I do…? You said as long as we don’t cross the line we can enjoy it.”
“He’s probably jerking off right now, isn’t he? Because he couldn’t finish and got that desperate.”
“……”
“What are we going to do about this… it’s been a long time.”
“About thirty minutes…”
“Crazy… what if he still hasn’t finished?”
The two sisters’ eyes meet. The same thought. Their gazes shift together toward the living room beyond the doorway—toward Hyun-woo’s room.